Wonderful photos, providing many memories. The man on the white horse is wearing a Stetson much like the one my father used to wear. The last photo of the soda fountain brings back memories of my father buying me a coke at a place much like that. He had coffee, saying it actually made him feel cooler on a warm day than a coke. And, Abilene, Texas, was my home for five and a half years, a place where I was reminded of my prairie roots, the cowboys, and the brave people who settled an unsettling land. Thank you for the trip down memory lane.

Perhaps the memories evoked by such photos have if not a better at least a more bittersweet taste as we grow a little older, into a world that seems more and more every day as though it ought to be old enough to know better. But I suppose that latter bit applies to us as well (and to invoke the royal We always takes more liberties than any cowboy should be allowed).